13-Sep-2005

Why oh, why, Fox Broadcasting Company, must you thwart me at every turn?  Today, in yet another weak moment of Hollywood hypocrisy, I sent the P.A. over to the Fox lot to track down Season One of "The O.C."  Granted, I don't do this often, as he is most likely rounding up breakfast burritos for my hungover boss in the AM.  In fact, the one and only time I had a DVD crisis was after I completed Season One of "24," when, if you'll remember correctly, Nina Myers had some serious 'splainin' to do.  Well, my sleaziness was rewarded by the distressing news that 20th is not the studio, even though Fox is the network!  Therefore, propaganda rat bastards that they are, they do not carry half-price DVD sets of my beloved O.C.  So, 20th, you may provide me with a weekly paycheck, a meager stipend for health insurance, hell, you even foot the bill for my lunch of bread, string cheese, and Snickers bars most days, but damn you and your failure to provide the poetry of melodrama, dry wit, and tanned hotties that is "The O.C."  I quit... your discounted DVD store.  At least until I finish Season Two of "24" and have to know when someone's going to off that no-good trollop Kimberly Bauer.